April 28, 2010

There's a thread you follow.It goes amongthings that change.But it doesn't change.People wonder about what you are pursuing.You have to explain about the thread.But it is hard for others to see.While you hold it you can't get lost.Tragedies happen; people get hurtor die; and you suffer and get old.Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding.You don't ever let go of the thread.

My pain is the pain of seasonal birdsOnly spring understands such passion.Endure all hardships and failures,Always fly toward a future of warmth and light.Ah, the bleeding wingsWill write a line of supple verseTo enter deep within all souls,Deep into all times.

April 4, 2010

About Me

It has become more difficult to introduce myself. How do we describe who we are? I realize that I am not defined by my name, my gender, my profession, my relationships, my religion, or my accomplishments. My past does not define me. I am… something else. Some will say that I am a presence moving gently here, and that I am one who listens deeply, loves with an open heart, finds bliss in ordinary miracles, and seeks truth in silence, innocently. I am not so different than you.